In this place
Footsteps sound
Of those whose
Hearts no longer pound
They wander still
On and on
For their soul
Is not yet gone
In voices unheard
They mouth a tune
From which their
Own sorrow be hewn
They wait for the day
Their voices shall rise
And with a song of joy
Ascend to the skies
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